My Fiancée is a Cool-Headed, Peerless Angel - Chapter 60
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Chapter 60: Class Change with My Fiancee
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
A/N:
The 2nd year has begun!
Fluttering, fluttering――
The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the petals were fluttering down the cherry tree-lined street.
The path to school was lined with cherry blossoms in full bloom this year as well.
The scene of the cherry petals dancing like confetti felt as if they were congratulating me on my advancement to the second year, it was a mysterious yet fleeting feeling.
Ahead of me, I saw a girl walking alongside the cherry tree-lined street.
She was wearing some headphones and walking as lightly as if she had grown some wings on her back.
Her long, silky hair, which swayed about as she walked ahead, looked very beautiful. I was tempted to reach out and touch it.
But just before I could, the girl suddenly turned around.
There stood an angel――someone so beautiful that the sight of the cherry blossoms faded away with her presence.
♢
“I think you left the house long before I did, didn’t you?”
“Kojiro walks fast, doesn’t he?”
“No, Shiori’s the one who walks slower, right?”
I entered the school with Nanasegawa Shiori, right from the cherry tree-lined street.
Shiori is nicknamed “The Cool-Headed and Peerless Angel” because of her angelic appearance and her ability to slay tons of confessions from all the boys.
She has such a name and appearance so she naturally attracts quite a lot of attention when she walks around the school, and I feel like the people around me were whispering about something, but I do my best to ignore them and just walk straight to the entrance to the school.
The place was packed with many students, and the walls were especially dense today.
The reason why this place was so crowded is because the postings for the new classes were present here.
“I can’t see it.”
It was clear that we couldn’t see a single thing from here, even if we tried to stand on our toes, it was still futile to try and get a look in.
“Kojiro, go ahead and rush in.”
At Shiori’s words, my eyes widened with a start.
Then I saw a line between people――.
“――I saw it!”
I hold my bag like a football and shove it in my arms like a running back.
――Bang
“Whoa!”
I immediately bounced back and fell right in front of Shiori.
“Not cool.”
“Grrr”
I bit my lip, unable to refute what was said to me, “What are you doing so early in the morning?” I hear a handsome voice that makes even me, a man, shudder.
“Ah, Rikudo-kun!”
Shiori looked at him and shouted, so I looked at the man who just spoke, and there was Touma Rikudo, a handsome man with glasses that perfectly matched his voice, and there he was adjusting his glasses and looking at me with a dumbfounded look on his face.
He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“It’s hot this early in the morning.”
“Where did you get that from?”
I got up and told him with a lot of sarcasm.
“It looks like you’re moving up in the world.”
“Heh. It’s a piece of cake.”
I don’t understand how he can look so relaxed.
As I was giving him a wry smile, I heard a cute voice saying, “Hey,” and in came Shijo Sumire, another beautiful girl who is just as cute as an angel.
She’s kind to everyone, super attentive, and also flirty. In addition, her breasts are of a super high school level, which is why she is called the Angel of Affection and Elegance.
Such an angel attracts a lot of attention, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it and runs all the way to us, and then she catches her breath in her midriff.
“I made it!”
“Sumire. This is unusual… you just got here?”
It’s certainly unusual. She’s never come to school later than me before..
“Wait a minute…”
There were some very light dark circles under her eyes.
I could see that she was unable to sleep due to a mixture of anxiety, worry, and anticipation.
“Shiori-chan. Good morning.”
“Good morning. Sumire-chan.”
One Angel finished greeted another angel this early in the morning.
Watching these two beautiful girls greet each other in the morning was a sight for sore eyes. Oh bless my eyes, bless my eyes indeed.
“Shiori-chan, have you seen which class you’re in already?”
“Not yet.”
A handsome man with glasses interrupts the conversation between these two beautiful girls.
“Isn’t this the information you want?”
Then he adds by showing them the phone in his hand.
“What is it, Touma? You saw it already?”
“No, it’s a big crowd. I thought it would be impossible for me to take my time to look at them, so I took seven sets of pictures for now.”
“That’s great, Touma-kun.”
He happily adjusted his glasses at Shijo’s words and made a smug face, saying, “Of course.”
For once, we let his smug face go and looked at his phone.
“First―― the first class――”
The indescribable feeling of excitement when changing classes.
If possible, I would like to avoid being in a class with the same number for two consecutive years.
I want someone I get along with to be in my class.
I want to have a kind homeroom teacher.
Such feelings are probably swirling around everyone, but the most important feeling of all is that you want to be in the same class with the person you like.
While thinking about this, I am definitely not looking at Shiori with any romantic feelings… I don’t know who I’m making these excuses for, but it would be nice to be in the same class as Shiori. What contradictory words am I saying…
“Ah… class four…”
Shiori’s words made me nervous, and I consciously looked at Fuyuma’s phone and sure enough, the name “Nanasegawa Shiori” was written on the front page of the fourth class.
I was surprised to see her name on the table of the fourth class.
“Hmm. Me too.”
Below Shiori’s name was “Rikudo Touma”.
There were two names in the fourth class, but mine and Shijo’s weren’t there.
“Ah…”
Whoever leaked that out of their mouth… I heard a regretful voice that I don’t know if it was supposed to be unintentional or not.
I glance at Shiori and think that she looks a little sad somehow.
“Hmm… Kojiro is in the sixth class.”
After skimming through the five classes, I looked at the list of sixth class and saw my name “Isshiki Kojiro” at the top of the list.
“Me too”. The name at the bottom of the sixth class is “Shijo Sumire”.
The atmosphere was indescribable. It was completely silent.
――It was Shijo who broke the silence.
“We’re not in the same class anymore.”
Here, the air became even more disappointing, but Touma quickly adjusted his glasses.
“It can’t be helped. There’s no point in staying here forever. Let’s go to our own class.”
“I guess so.”
Touma and Shijo walk off first, but Shiori stops and stands there in a daze, expressionless.
“Shiori?”
“Ah, yeah. Let’s go.”
As she walked away, her back was not as lithe as the angel I had seen in the morning, but rather she was moving like a tortoise, as if her wings were weighed down by something.
Perhaps she was saddened that she was separated from me and the others…
We’re just a class apart, but if that’s really what she was thinking――I might be a little happy.